Transgender Hubris Through Lear

Andrew Klavan is a gifted writer. He breathes emotion and conviction into his arguments and they ring true. In this essay he interprets transgenderism and other manifestations of “transhumanism” through the stories of Lear and Prospero in Shakespeare’s plays.

What he points out is the hubris that confused men commit when they ignore that they literally are not God.  When we pretend that the definitions of human life do not apply to us we set ourselves up for the catastrophe that will follow when we attempt to ignore these boundaries.

“We have now reached the nadir of that mode—or the zenith, depending on where you stand. This is that moment that Nietzsche talked about, the “catastrophe” of a civilization awaking to find its foundations gone.”

Klavan sees King Lear as the cautionary tale for human hubris and rejection of the natural order and The Tempest as a fairy story about restoring it.  Well, I like Shakespeare so I like when a gifted writer uses it to make a point.  Bravo Andrew.

You and Here

Because of their neurological abnormalities many Leftists are truly miserable people and therefore pathologically envious of normal people for being happy.  And that’s why a big part of the leftist project is to make us miserable.

Taking the fun out of our lives is a very big part of their work.  That is specifically why they are always in our faces about everything they don’t want us doing.  We can’t enjoy sports or activities or entertainment the way we want to because they have to decide how those things get done.  And worst of all they say we can’t do them without their participation.  And that’s why they especially hate things that they can’t share in.  That’s why shooting ranges and normal families are anathema.  Those things are bad fun because they exclude them categorically.

And so, whenever we are happy, in a real sense, we are measurably hurting the leftist project.  So, there is the justification for the “pursuit of happiness.”  But over the last half century it’s gotten harder and harder to just enjoy life.  Too many components of it have been compromised and degraded by the Left.

But that makes it more important than ever to find the means to bring joy into our lives.  Even if you are a “happy warrior,” fighting the culture war 24/7 is not a recipe for hilarity.  Sure, mocking the Left can be fun to some extent but there is a definite tendency to become a grim, glum purveyor of gloom and doom.

And I find that this very syndrome has infected me to a greater extent than I like.  And thinking about it today I realized I need to begin prioritizing a lot more fun into my week.  Chronicling the outrages of the week is mostly a dour and depressing occupation.  Even schadenfreude over some leftist’s misfortune is a weak substitute for some constructive endeavor or even some mindless fun like watching a goofy movie.

As I’ve said previously, I’ll be trying to wean myself off the outrage stuff.  To start with I think I’ll start publishing parts of my stories on the site and adding more content on creative topics like photography and science fiction/fantasy.  I’ve lately been reading about how difficult it is to get genre fiction discovered on Amazon because the algorithms are specifically calibrated for authors who release materials exclusively through the Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) program.  In addition, the algorithms are optimized for book series that release a new volume every month.  For that reason, authors now write at least three series novels in advance in order to get noticed by that algorithm.  Now this sounds like madness to me.  Following that logic, an author should probably write a decalogy series all at once before finding out whether anyone wants to read it.  And in fact, it seems that a really mediocre series has a much better chance of being a hit than a single novel even if it is remarkably well-written and interesting.

Well, we do live in a strange world.  So, I figure I should start putting my stuff out there and at least have the satisfaction of publishing it on my own platform.  At least I’ll get some constructive feedback from the sf&f fans on the site.  And it’ll be fun.

H. L. Mencken is quoted as defining puritanism as, “The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.”  And I think he was exactly right.  We need to enjoy life.  We will still have to fight the culture wars but we can’t put our lives, our happiness on hold until we win.  So let the someone, somewhere being happy be you, here.

Untruth as Fiction

Camera Girl loves reading crime fiction and things like crime fiction.  Harry Bosch is one of the characters in her books and lately we started watching some tv series about him.  So today we sat down to an episode and in this story one of Bosch’s associates, a cyber security professional/hacker is being investigated by the FBI to try and get him to become a confidential informant against Bosch.  The FBI uses a woman who is a rising star in hacker circles to entrap this Bosch associate.

So, Camera Girl sees this woman working for the FBI and says, “She’s working for the FBI and trying to entrap him.  That’s awful.”  And I started laughing.  I said, “Hon, if only that were the extent of what they actually do.”  And I was about to go into a diatribe about J6 and the “plot” to kidnap the Michigan governor.  But then I thought, why should I make her depressed about how our country is really run?  It’s bad enough I have to know.  So, I just let it go.

The old saying is that truth is stranger than fiction.  And that’s absolutely true now.  I mean if you think about it, since 1945 our military arsenal contains devices that were the stuff of science fiction right up till Hiroshima and Nagasaki.  And in 1968 when “2001: A Space Odyssey” reached the theaters, artificial intelligence was a homicidal computer named HAL that was obviously an impossibility.  And now we have AI stealing our jobs and insulting us in the comments sections.  And just three years ago we probably saw the first large-scale event featuring a bio-weapon.  Granted, it was a pathetic one but it caused a lot of damage to the world economy and destroyed most people’s faith in the honesty of the WHO and the American government.

So, stranger than fiction isn’t really surprising.  What is surprising is how wrong fiction gets it.  When Hollywood scripts the United States being threatened with a military coup it was always a crazy general who wanted to go to war with the Russians and blow up the world.  But he was always a right-wing religious zealot played by Burt Lancaster.  Instead, we get General Milley who wants to conquer Russia with drag queen special forces.  And now there is this Civil War movie and currently they’re keeping the plot details under wraps but it’s pretty obvious that the president who is serving his third term will be a dead-ringer for Donald Trump.  So once again they’ll trot out the old right-wing president who becomes new Hitler.  That one was already old when Heinlein had the “Prophet” seize control of the United States and turn it into a Christian theocracy.  And a while ago there was “The Handmaid’s Tale” which once again was an America as dystopian theocracy but added in the ever-popular sexual subjugation of the last few fertile females in the world.  Sheesh, those feminists really do worry an awful lot about being forced to have sex.  Just from a cursory analysis I think their problem tends to run in the opposite direction.  Sexual offers seem to be few and far between for most of those gals.

Well, all this is leading up to a question.  Does anyone think there will ever be a motion picture that accurately portrays the political and social dynamic that actually exists in the modern world?  To make it interesting, I think it should be a dark comedy but with a redemptive ending.  Lots of people are always saying that there is a large market for entertainment that doesn’t have a social bias.  But I’m advocating for a right-leaning bias.  I’d love to see characters that I can sympathize with.  I remember when Tim Allen’s show “Last Man Standing” first came out.  It was obvious that his character was a right-wing individual and it was very enjoyable and very funny.  But then Disney put a stop to that and neutered the character and the show.  Well, there’s a proof of concept.  All anyone has to do is copy what was done in that show.  They could even hire Tim Allen to star in it and as long as the writing is funny it would make money hand over fist.

And finally, how about a civil war movie where we win?  The outcome is we let them live the way they want to and we live the way we want.  We could have a postscript where we get to see what the two Americas look like in 2124.  Blue America would look like Idiocracy with broken down wind generators and disheveled poor people dressed in rags and eating crickets.  Red America would have nuclear power plants providing almost limitless energy, a thriving society based on meritocracy and well-maintained borders complete with 100-foot-tall fences.

Ah Really, Aurelius?

So here I am in the ems.  And next up (almost) is Marcus Aurelius Antoninus.  Yes that Marcus Aurelius.   And really, I’m a big fan.  Holding back the fall of the Roman Empire for almost twenty years is nothing to sneeze at.  I guess he does have to take a hit for being Commodus’ father and all.  I mean he really should have had him put down before he passed but it’s tough for a father to be objective about his kids.

And I like a lot of his quotes.  They are quite enlightened.  But I think sometimes he goes too far.  For instance:

“Everything that happens is either endurable or not. If it’s endurable, then endure it. Stop complaining. If it’s unendurable . . . then stop complaining. Your destruction will mean its end as well.”

Your destruction will mean its end as well“?  What the hell!

I mean he was a military man.  How about fighting against both the endurable and the unendurable?  Can’t we ever push things out of fate’s hands?

Well, anyway, he’s going to donate several weeks of quotes to the site so I’m grateful.  But I think there should be a limit to just how much silent resignation even a stoic has to exhibit.  Now I know he was basically an Italian so I can’t claim an exemption based on my lineage.  But I can tell you over the last eighteen centuries there has been a precipitous fall off in stoic tendencies among his descendants.  Most Italians like nothing better than to complain loud and long about just about everything happening around us.  You might say it’s our defining behavior.

I’ll end by saying I’m glad I didn’t have him for a boss.  He probably would have continuously lectured me in soothing terms to endure the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and eventually I would have gone mad and murdered him.

Well anyway, his first quote will be January 14th (showing up the night of Saturday, January 13th).

And he really should have made Russell Crowe emperor.  It would have solved a bunch of problems.

The Caine Mutiny (1952) by Herman Wouk – A Book Review

“The Caine Mutiny” is a novel primarily about life on the WWII era destroyer-minesweeper USS Caine.  It culminates in the trial of the ship’s executive officer Steve Maryk for relieving the ship’s captain Philip Francis Queeg during an extremely dangerous typhoon.  This is the “mutiny” of the title.

(Spoiler Alert – Skip down to last paragraph to avoid spoilers and read recommendation)

The story’s protagonist is Willis “Willie” Keith, a light-hearted young man from a wealthy family with roots going back to the Mayflower.  Willie plays piano at cheap nightclubs in Manhattan where he has met his current sweetheart; a beautiful red-headed lounge singer working under the stage name Mae Wynn but is actually an Italian American girl from the Bronx named Marie Minotti.

Much of the story is seen through the eyes of Willie as he tries to square his comfortable and lazy existence as a wealthy kid with the reality of wartime America in the 1940s.  His overbearing mother strongly disapproves of Mae and Willie starts out agreeing that Mae is not a fit wife for him because of her lower social position and earthier manners.  And paralleling this personal conflict, Willie also struggles to adapt himself to what he considers the arbitrary, and in some cases, stupid people and rules that the Navy inflicts on him.  Over and over, he finds himself bridling against and being victimized by petty authority figures that can make his life a hell.

In midshipman school he earns the highest demerits possible without actual expulsion because of the distractions over his tempestuous relationship with Mae.  Aboard the Caine, time and again, he is the victim of miserable conditions and bad luck that sour his opinion of the Navy as a whole and the Caine specifically.  His first captain, Lieutenant Commander William De Vriess is an informal and sarcastic officer whom Willie views as a slovenly and slack leader who allows the Caine to exist as a scow-like disgrace with sailors who appear to be without discipline or order.  When De Vriess is replaced by Lieutenant Commander Philip Francis Queeg, an officer who identifies himself as a “book man” who runs the ship by the strictest adherence to Navy regulations, Willie is ecstatic, assuming that now the Caine will be a proper home for him.

He pretty quickly learns that life under Queeg’s command will be infinitely worse than under De Vriess.  Queeg micromanages every aspect of the officers’ and crew’s behavior.  But much worse he learns that Queeg is both incompetent at conning the ship and cowardly in the face of the enemy.  And worse still, he expects the officers to back all his excuses around these shortcomings and often themselves take the blame for the disasters these behaviors cause.

Eventually Queeg completely loses the respect of the officers and crew who call him behind his back “Old Yellowstain.”  This refers to the time Queeg was supposed to have the Caine escort, at close range, a group of landing craft to a departure spot within a thousand yards of the beach of Kwajalein during an invasion.  But instead of shepherding them in he raced ahead at flank speed and well before the departure distance he dropped a yellow dye marker and veered off to safety.

One of Willie’s fellow officers, Lieutenant Tom Keefer is a budding author, who spends his nights writing the great American war story.  He also detests Queeg and uses his knowledge of psychology to convince the ship’s second in command, Lieutenant Steve Maryk that Queeg is a dangerous paranoiac whose behavior merits action under Articles 184-186 of the Naval Code which specifies the extremely unlikely circumstances under which a captain can be involuntarily relieved of duty by one of his subordinates on account of mental illness.

And finally, during a typhoon Queeg’s behavior reaches a low point where he is frozen in fear as the ship is helplessly tossed around because of his stubborn refusal to veer off of the heading ordered by the fleet command or stabilize the ship by filling the empty tanks with sea water as ballast.  Maryk with the help of Willie as Officer of the Deck relieve Queeg and save the Caine from foundering.  And this sets up the climax of the book, the military trial of Lieutenant Maryk.

Maryk is defended by Lieutenant Barney Greenwald, a navy fighter pilot who is laid up recovering from burns to his hands after cracking up his plane.  He is a highly skilled lawyer and initially refuses to accept the defense until he figures out that Maryk had been set up by the real author of the “Caine Mutiny” Tom Keefer.

Greenwald stakes the whole case on proving to the court that despite the expert testimony of two naval psychiatric experts Queeg truly is mentally ill and was completely disabled during the typhoon.  To do this he demonstrates during the trial Queeg’s cowardice under fire and his dishonesty and incompetence during various crises aboard the ship.  And as the final demonstration of his case, he tricks Queeg into an interminable, rambling and increasingly incoherent rebuttal of the litany of petty actions that Queeg had inflicted on the crew, all the while compulsively rolling a pair of ball bearing in his hand as the naval officers of the court look on aghast.  And Maryk is acquitted after a single hour of recess.

After the acquittal, Keefer uses a part of the thousand dollar advance from the sale of his unfinished novel to host a victory celebration for Maryk at which Greenwald shows up late and very drunk and when asked to give a speech reveals his anger at having had to torpedo Queeg.  He declares that despite his clever defense Queeg was not insane.  He was a terrible officer and a nightmare for his subordinates but well within the acceptable range for naval officers.  Greenwald blames Keefer and calls him the “true author of the Caine mutiny” because he used Maryk to punish Queeg to satisfy his hatred of the military.  He reveals to the rest of the crew that Keefer’s testimony during the trial hung Maryk out to dry.  And Greenwald finishes his speech by throwing his glass of champagne in Keefer’s face and telling him to step outside if he wants to defend his honor.

The rest of the book finishes off Willie’s career in the navy.  Keefer is the next captain of the Caine and shows himself to be very similar to Queeg in his lack of courage and poor command instincts.  But Willie actually matures and in a critical situation, the crashing of a kamikaze plane into the Caine, he saves the ship.  Finally, as the war ends, Keefer’s navy deployment is up and Willie serves as the last captain of the Caine.  He even manages to convince his superiors to allow him to steam the Caine back to the United States and moor it in the New York City area where it will be decommissioned.

Willie tries to take up his romance with Mae but she has found a new beau in the person of a band leader who is in the middle of his second divorce.  The book ends with Willie telling Mae that when she is ready to move on in her life, he wants to marry her and begin a normal life without the music business.  The tenor of the story seems to point to Willie and Mae finally coming together now that he has come through the war years and truly matured.

I’ll start out by saying that I consider this an excellent book.  For me the weakest part of the story is Willie’s relationship with Mae.  Personally, I found both of them annoying and their affair not particularly compelling.  The strongest part of the book is the trial.  It’s remarkable.  I found it riveting.  The way that Wouk writes Greenwald’s performance in the courtroom proves to me that the fighter pilot/lawyer is his true hero in the story.  He has the moral clarity to size up the mutiny situation and triage the victims and identify the villain.  He has sympathy for Maryk and even Queeg and contempt for Keefer.  He does what has to be done but with a bad conscience.  The other characters are drawn in various levels of detail and provide a rich landscape of the World War II navy experience.  Wouk served on two destroyer-minesweepers and it is assumed that there is much autobiographical detail to his tale.  I highly recommend the book.  And the movie that was made from this book is also a gem.

“Bugs, Mr. Rico. Zillions of em!”

ZMan takes the Dean of Science Fiction to task on his concept of a soldier only franchise in “Starship Troopers.”

Of course he’s rightly basing it on the book but even the highly toxic spin that the director took with the movie still made it a fun experience to watch them zap those bugs.  Hopefully some of Heinlein’s better novels and juveniles will be brought to the screen the way they deserve.

For fans (and detractors) of the book there is a lively discussion in the comments of the post.

Mercenary Rule

23SEP2023 – Generational Differences

Happy first day of Fall here at the Autumnal Equinox.

So, I looked around at the news to see if anything jumped out at me.  Meh.  Lots of stuff is going on.  The Texas AG sat down with Tucker to talk about the impeachment hit the DOJ put out on him and how it failed.  That was pretty interesting but I wasn’t in the mood for that level of wonkery.

There are all kinds of articles about Menendez but I’ve got a weak stomach so the little bit I’ve done already is about half the fatal dose for that stuff.

But then I was watching a YouTube video by a sf critic called Bookpilled, where he listed what he considered the top science fiction books in his opinion.  The list was fairly interesting:

Dune by Frank Herbert

The Mote in God’s Eye by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle

The Stars My Destination / Tiger! Tiger! by Alfred Bester

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells

The Dispossessed by Ursula K. LeGuin

Norstrilia by Cordwainer Smith

City by Clifford D. Simak

Hothouse by Brian Aldiss

Neuromancer by William Gibson

Blood Music by Greg Bear

The Dying Earth by Jack Vance

Solaris by Stanislaw Lem

A Fire Upon the Deep by Vernor Vinge

Blindsight by Peter Watts

So, because the list seemed thoughtful, I went onto one of his other videos.  This one was called Battle of the Hard Sci-Fi Classics [100 Book Challenge #35-40].  In this “challenge” the host read one or more books by the “Big Three.”  The works he read were “Rendezvous with Rama” and “2001: A Space Odyssey” by Arthur C. Clarke; “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress” by Robert Heinlein; “I, Robot” and “The Gods Themselves” by Isaac Asimov.

Well, I’ll say Bookpilled was not particularly impressed by these golden age authors.  Clarke and Asimov were damned with faint praise but his true scorn was reserved for poor old Bob Heinlein.  Scathing would be a mild description of his comments about the Dean of Science Fiction.  Not amused.

And that brings me to the point of this little essay.  The reviewer Bookpilled, is a Millennial.  His sensibilities were formed in a different world from mine.  Now, much of his criticism of Heinlein (and of the other two authors to a lesser degree) center around the merits of the works as literature.  He finds fault with the characterizations of the protagonists, the seeming simplicity of the plot devices and even with the level of foreshadowing of events.

And in a lot of ways, the criticism is justified.  Heinlein’s characters were very often “types.”  The wise older man, the talented but naïve young man, the omni-competent hero, the socially awkward scientist.  And some of his books, especially in the later years were less successful as “works of art.”  But Bookpilled didn’t just give “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress” low marks.  He was viscerally outraged by almost everything in the book.  He was especially upset about Heinlein’s handling of sex.  And, granted, sex is one of the truly weakest aspects of Heinlein’s writing, especially (apparently) from the point of view of Millennial readers.  But it’s interesting that his writing is completely unreadable for this apparently enthusiastic science fiction reader.  Why is this?  Frank Herbert is approximately of Heinlein’s generation but Herbert’s Dune is on Bookpilled’s top fifteen list of all time science fiction books.  So, what’s the deal?

I think the generational difference is that when science fiction was a new art form its audience was entirely made up of young men.  And the aspect of the work that earned it praise was almost entirely its capacity to inspire enthusiasm and wonder about the future.  Whether it was interstellar space travel, nuclear power, or alien life forms the loftiness of the prose and the depth of characterization were almost unimportant to the success of the story.  And so, when these older stories are read by 21st century critics they are not amused.  It matters not at all that “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress” is probably the first story to consider a political revolution between Earth and a space colony.  He’s read a host of books that took this concept and then updated for the present reader.

In these updated versions, the protagonist may be a black trans-lesbian with anti-white-colonial credentials and the computer will be the disembodied mind of Che Guevera or Woody Allen or someone else, depending on whether it’s an earnest political story, a comedy or something I can’t even imagine.  And the “diversity” allows the author to virtue signal to his audience the correctness of his story.  And if he’s a talented writer it allows him to add exotic points to the writing.

And that’s fine.  Every generation has its own art.  I think the important thing for me to note is that there is a place today for art that does not follow the template of the current day.  Bookpilled is a guy that looks like he’s somewhere in his early thirties.  So, his sensibilities are in line with his generation.  Now, I think he’s probably a fair example of his cohort and I’ll even say he’s probably not hostile to the world view of his parents’ generation.  He just sees things from his point of view.  But if he can enjoy Dune, Mote in God’s Eye, The War of the Worlds and even Frankenstein then he is reachable through art that speaks with a very different voice than his here and now literature.

So as an incipient science fiction author I think it behooves me to understand my potential market.  These young people are intelligent (well, at least the ones I want to reach).  Probably good writing, even if it comes from a different world view will interest them if it can provide sympathetic characters and interesting plot.  But if my plot challenges their world view it will need to be persuasive.  I won’t be able to win them over with exposition.  I’ll need to show them what I want them to understand.  That’s the challenge.

Well, why not?  Propaganda for its own sake is pretty awful even if it’s of your particular stripe.  So, Bob Heinlein be warned.  The Millennials have lost their patience and if you’re not careful they’ll take back your grandmaster’s hat and robe.  Get a copy of “Fifty Shades of Gray,” a highlighter and drop all the dears!

31AUG2023 – And Then, Quite Suddenly, Summer Was Over

Bradbury understood summer to a boy.

 

“And then, quite suddenly, summer was over.
He knew it first when walking downtown. Tom grabbed his arm and pointed gasping, at the dimestore window. They stood there unable to move because of the things from another world displayed so neatly, so innocently, so frighteningly, there.
“Pencils, Doug, ten thousand pencils!”
“Oh, my gosh!”
“Nickel tablets, dime tablets, notebooks, erasers, water colors, rulers, compasses, a hundred thousand of them!”
“Don’t look. Maybe it’s just a mirage.”
“No,” moaned Tom in despair. “School. School straight on ahead! Why, why do dime stores show things like that in windows before summer’s even over! Ruin half the vacation!”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

 

“June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past. And if he should forget, the dandelion wine stood in the cellar, numbered huge for each and every day. He would go there often, stare straight into the sun until he could stare no more, then close his eyes and consider the burned spots, the fleeting scars left dancing on his warm eyelids; arranging, rearranging each fire and reflection until the pattern was clear…
So thinking, he slept.
And, sleeping, put an end to Summer, 1928.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

 

The yearly ritual continues.

 

Arizonan Sojourn, South Carolinian Dreams by Tyler James Cook – A Book Review

Tyler Cook is the blogger known as the Portly Politico.  He writes about music, politics and all manner of things from the point of view of his corner of South Carolina.  And personally, I think he’s a very good guy.

Tyler has written a book, “Arizonan Sojourn, South Carolinian Dreams” that I would describe as a travelogue.  It chronicles his various trips to small towns in his state along with a trip to the Grand Canyon and environs.  The writing is a first-person account of the trials and tribulations that go along with travel.  Tyler describes the various sights and activities that he partakes in and we get his take on the experience of exploring the environment he sojourns through.  There are local festivals and local cuisine and we even travel with him on a river rafting excursion with his girlfriend.

As far as my recommendation, this book is for those who are looking for the Millennial take on the road experience.  Tyler enjoys experiencing the small-town world of his neck of the woods.  Reading this will provide you with that sensibility.

Dagon’s Spawn Goes for a Stroll

Dunwich is the home of more than just Cthulhu himself.  In addition to the First Selectman several of his fellow Great Old Ones inhabit the borders of the township.  For instance, several of Dagon’s descendants inhabit the various lakes, ponds and swamps that overgenerously hydrate the area.  As I’ve often mentioned I am adjacent to one of these swamps and from time to time one of its inhabitants sojourns through or near the grounds.

Today I was in the west field collecting the scattered remains of some cattle that a shoggoth must have devoured there when I heard the sound of tree trunks creaking and cracking under the strain of some horribly massive object forcing its way against them.  As I watched I could see some enormous white pines toppling over far off in the distance.  I cautiously made my way to the location where the trees had fallen and I saw a terrifying sight.  One of the Deep Ones, possibly Dagon’s oldest child was just finishing off the shoggoth as a small meal.  It was of course eating it alive and its victim was changing form and letting out the most horrifying sounds ever heard by a human ear.  Well, except for that time Kamala Harris laughed at one of Biden’s jokes.  That was worse.

When the Deep One was finished with its meal, it belched thunderously and the air was filled with a sulfurous fume that nearly finished me off before the wind changed direction.  Then it hauled its titanic bulk out of the mud and battered a path back into the deeper end of the swamp where it disappeared below the surface with a sickening sucking sound.

Later when the sun had set the foot prints began to glow with a sickly yellow phosphorescence and any creature, insect or amphibian that touched those glowing patches jumped away in pain and rapidly died.  And I happened to witness later that night when an enormous gas bubble broke the surface of the swamp and a yellow glowing fume drifted up.  All the leaves above the pond immediately shriveled up and fell into the water.  I guess the shoggoth was a little greasy even for one of Dagon’s kin.  I wonder if they make Alka seltzer in Great Old One size.

Luckily (or unfortunately) I had my camera with me during the event and I had the presence of mind to capture the great creature returning through the haunted wood.

I intend to send this photographic evidence to the Department of Cryptozoological Studies at Miskatonic University where I studied under the eminent dagonologist Clyde Crashcupp.  With his decades of study and razor-sharp brain he’s sure to earn at least a Nobel prize with this evidence.  I may have to lend him a tux.  He’s kind of a hermit and wears a rope to hold his pants up.

Well, I’d better get back to my chores.  There’s a family of ghouls in the neighborhood and I need to get the fences fixed before they wander by.